Blood of Mercury - v3 Chapter 35

“No one brought me in, Lord Guderian.”

Chrisses bent down exaggeratedly like a circus clown, showing a funny and weird smile.

He confirmed repeatedly in a low and smooth voice like talking to himself: “That’s right… No one brought me in. No one, no one ever…”

The illusion that something was choking on his throat appeared in Guderian’s mind.

He resisted the inexplicable desire to vomit and took a step back.

“…you’re crazy, Chriss.”

Guderian lightly placed his left hand on the ritual knife on his waist, and no longer concealed his disgust for Chrisses: “I will give you one last chance and immediately retreat from the temple. Otherwise, you will be It pays for it.”

As he spoke, his eyes gradually became sharp like a falcon. A silvery white halo flickered in his eyes.

“The price? What price?”

Chriss shook his shriveled body, and his voice gradually became sharp: “What price can I pay! I have nothing left! You traitors can’t understand me!”

“Chrisses, shut up.”

Guderian murmured in a low voice, like real anger surging out of his slightly closed eyes.

But Chriss wasn’t shaken in the slightest.

His hunched body was straight and straight, as if facing a duel, he concentrated all his strength, and his clenched fists made a creaking sound.

“What did I say wrong? What else do you have to deny!”

Chrisses used all his strength to roar in a hoarse voice: “Abandoned the glory of Tyre and turned to believe in a mere false god! He even walked on the ground, living and dying like a mortal! Don’t you have any shame?! “

Chrises’ growl was so hysterical that his voice was barely audible.

But the sound alone was enough to draw out the people in the temple. Guderian had heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from inside.

But Chrisses didn’t shy away from it. He just took a deep breath and scolded again in a clearer voice: “You deserve to go to hell! Go to **** with your savior Roland! You traitors! Cowards! Heretics!

“I told you to shut up!”

Guderian was furious and roared like a lion.

The silver-white holy fire in his eyes was so thick that it overflowed, and a thin layer of holy fire burned on the surface of his body.

As soon as the words fell, he immediately appeared in front of Chrisses, pierced his right fist with a thunderous momentum, and immediately penetrated Chrisses’ chest and came out behind him.

The silver-white holy flame suddenly rose on Chrisses, and his shriveled body quickly burned like dry wood. Crisses’ body slowly fell backward, pulled away from Guderian’s arm, turned his back to the sky, and clenched his fists tightly.

Guderian slowly withdrew his right hand, the flame gradually went out, and his right arm was not stained with blood.

Although theoretically no blood and corpses could appear in the temple, Guderian could not care about these.

If Chrisses were to continue to live, he might have to say more blasphemous words.

“Such blasphemous words…”

Guderian shook his head, stepped over the corpse of Chrisses, who was burning with the sacred flame, and greeted the cardinals who rushed over to the door.

He’s going to make an excuse now to get Chriss’s side of the coin out of the way.

He just raised his head, but saw a trace of panic on the faces of the cardinals.

He was stunned for a moment, and then without hesitation, he patted the holy fire condensed in his hand behind him, and the burnt smell and the aroma of barbecue poured out.

If he is targeting ordinary people, this may be enough to stop the opponent’s sneak attack. Even if you can’t kill him, you can at least force him back.

However, Guderian always felt that something was wrong, but he never felt that something was wrong.

……wrong? Didn’t hear the screams?

Guderian suddenly felt a warning sign, but it was too late.

The next moment, he saw a dry, slender, refugee-like right hand protruding from his chest like tofu, and tore out his heart.

The strong heart was even beating, almost impossible to grasp.

what is this?

No reason……

Guderian’s brain was blank at this moment, and a violent sense of powerlessness rose from his chest, spread to the brain, and then spread to the whole body. He slowly sank into the darkness, watching the cardinals shouting at him but unable to respond.

Duoduo looked at Guderian whose heart was crushed with disbelief.

“This is… undead? No, no…”

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Chriss laughed, hunched over his body, and the holy fire on his body gradually went out: “The flame can’t burn me, and the water can’t drown me. Even if my head is cut off, all the bones are broken, and my internal organs are crushed. will never die.”

“I’m not alone… I’m not the only one who has been trampled on by Roland and destroyed our daily life. We are the undead from the old times.”

“Don’t insult the undead!”

Duoduo’s face turned gloomy, and his blood-red eyes were full of killing intent: “Sinner, don’t sully the name of Cang Yin!”

“Cangyin? Are you talking about the heretics purified by His Majesty Tyre?”

Crisses’ mouth cracked open~www.mtlnovel.com~ His eyes suddenly turned to ashes, his dry right arm stretched out, and he punched Duoduo who moved in front of him instantly.

Compared to Duoduo, his body is incredibly fragile. His bones protruded from his elbows, and his flesh twisted into a ball, making a creaking sound that he didn’t dare to bear.

However, Duoduo’s blow was blocked after all.

At the same time, silver-gray dust mist gushed out from Chriss’s wound, and immediately enveloped the entire room.

Duoduo smelled the air, but he, who was originally fearless, suddenly changed his face and retreated quickly.

“This is?!”

“In terms of raw materials, it’s Elcatel’s Undead Transformation Base Liquid.”

A calm and gentle voice came from the door.

Turn your eyes away a lot,

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked in with a flat face.

His hair is a little yellowish silver-white, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated. He looks like the average human beings in terms of appearance, voice, and age. ︽2︽2︽.*2 Court︽2,

As if explaining the method of making lunch, he explained nonchalantly: “I transplanted the strengthening part of the limbs into the subsequent transformation session, and treated it with the bloodstain syndrome made by Roland, as long as it comes into contact with it, it will be transformed.”

“By the way, in order to prevent stupid infected people from causing trouble for me, I added the functions of suppressing thinking and mechanized thinking in the poisonous mist.”

Duoduo’s face at this moment has become extremely ferocious.

His voice was hoarse: “…Where did you get these base fluids?”

“Of course it was picked up from the ruins.”

The middle-aged man scratched his head, his silver-white pupils exuded a metallic luster, making him look extraordinarily cold and ruthless.

He added: “The ruins of El Cart.”